Wednesday, November 16, 2011


This was made last night at our cancer support group meeting.  We had a great time.  Fifty six people attented.   That was good for such a rainy night. I am reminded of this poem when I look at myself!
                   MY GET-UP AND GO HAS GOT UP AND WENT!

How do I know my youth is all spent?
Well, my get up and go has got up and went.
But in spite of it all, I am able to grin,
When I recall where all get up has been.

Old age is golden so I've heard it said
But sometimes I wonder when I get out of bed
With my ears in a drawer and my teeth in a cup
My eyes on the table until I wake up.

"Ere sleep dims my eyes I say to myself,
"Is there anything more I should lay on the shelf."
And I'm happy to say as I close my door
My friends are the same...perhaps even more.

When I was young my slippers were red;
I could kick up my heels right over my head,
When I grew older my slippers are blue
But still I could dance the whol;e night through.

But now I am older, my slippers are black,
I walk to the store and puff my way back.
The reason I know my youth is all spent
My get up and go has got up and went.

But really, I don't mind when I think with a grin,
All of the places my get up has been.
Since I have retired from life's competition,
I busy myself with complete repetition.

I get up each morning.....dust of my wits,
Pick up the paper and read the "O'bits"
If my name is missing, I know I'm not dead.
So I eat a good breakfast and go back to bed.
 Thanks Peggy for the picture!  It DOES look just like me!
And really my get up and go hasn't gone anywhere!


Mountain Mama said...

You are very pretty in pink!
I love the poem and can absolutely relate.
I still laugh when I remember how one day I searched my house, purse and my car for my hearing aid but couldn't find it anyplace. I finally sat down resigned to the fact that It was gone forever. A little later I scratched my ear and found my hearing aid. I can't tell you how silly I felt.

heatherdmc said...

I love this poem, Clara!